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By Liz Date: 2003 Mar 01 Comment on this Work [[2003.03.01.10.19.15370]] |
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Water fills my dreams these days, trickles, puddles and streams, rainfall, dewdrops, leaky faucets. Sometimes I dream great torrents of water are rushing past me, around me, licking at me feet. I taste ocean spray in my sleep, I stand with arms thrown open and face turned toward Heaven safe in the midst of a force that mows down trees and swallows houses. I hear your name in the pulse of the water and in my veins and this sustains me this is enough. |